บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's Angel : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

A few minutes later, Enrique stepped into the warehouse. Juan's eyes snapped towards him. "Where were you? I was told you left a few hours before the raid.""Raid?" It was either Enrique was a good actor or he was genuinely surprised that there was a raid. "Was that why Hernandez asked me to come in? Where's Giovanni, he said he could handle the rest and I was free to go because my wife was in Labour. What are we doing to recover the lost goods?""It's been sorted," Juan said through gritted teeth. He walked back into the room he was before with Danny, Giovanni and Hernandez. He took a slow, deep breath and walked toward Giovanni.“You really have the guts to sit there, look me in the eyes, and act like you didn’t know what was going on?” Juan’s voice was calm, but sharp like a knife. He was trying hard to stay in control, to not lose his temper. But the longer Giovanni stayed quiet, the more angry Juan became.Giovanni’s throat was dry as he swallowed. He tried to speak. “I didn’t—”

There was a short silence between them. Hernandez hesitated, then cleared his throat like he wasn’t sure if he should speak."What about Giovanni?" he asked, voice lower, more cautious now. "You want us to hit him? Lock him somewhere? Or... something worse?"Juan didn’t speak right away. His eyes drifted toward the dark warehouse in the distance. He stared at it like he could see through the walls, like he already knew what was going on inside. When he finally answered, his voice was cold and empty."Instruct the men to do whatever you think is best," he said. "Just keep him alive... for now. But don’t worry. When the time is right, I’ll handle him myself."Hernandez nodded, understanding the unspoken message. Then he moved quickly to open the car door for Juan.Juan stepped in and pulled the door shut behind him."Let’s move," he said quietly. "There’s no sleep for traitors. And no peace for the ones who believed in them."The car’s engine started with a loud growl and before they bo

He walked toward the hallway, his back to her.Arya sat alone at the kitchen island, staring at the plate in front of her. She picked up her fork again and poked at her food. Then she muttered under her breath, "Sit on my face, he says. Taint my soul. Idiot."But despite herself, she smiled.And for the first time in a long while, it felt real.*+*+*+*+*+*+*+Juan stepped out of the hospital room quietly, the soft sound of beeping machines echoing. After her had left Arya in the dining, the freshened up and then decided to check on Belle. Her surgery had been scheduled to take place already and she had gone through it. He paused for a second, looking over at the nurses’ station down the hall, then let his eyes drift toward the long, empty corridor. Everything was quiet and peaceful but his mind was far from calm.Inside the room, Belle was still sleeping as she had just come out fo surgery. He’d been there since early morning, barely stepping away from her side. But now, he needed s

Arya blinked, the words hitting her hard, but she didn’t let it show. She set the tray down slowly on a table near the door and stepped back.“I’ll be in my room,” she said softly. “If anyone needs me.”Then she turned and walked inside without another word.Juan stood still for a second, watching her disappear through the doorway. Then he turned to Belle, his face tight with anger.“What the hell was that?” he asked.Belle crossed her arms. “I’m sorry. Am I not allowed to have feelings about the woman playing house in your mansion?”Juan stepped closer. “She’s not playing anything. She lives here. And unlike you, she doesn’t treat people like they’re beneath her.”“She’s not your equal,” Belle said, her voice sharp. “She’s a stray. One you felt sorry for.”Juan’s eyes narrowed. “Say that again.”Belle paused, then looked away. “She irritates me. I don’t like the way she looks at you. Like she owns a piece of you.”Juan didn’t back down. “She belongs here. You don’t get to question th

"What?" Belle gasped, placing her left hand which was not affected in the accident on her chest. "What do you mean meticulously planned?""We have not been able to get proper footage, but we have Intel that says the truck driver that hit you waited till you got to the red light before driving, knowing that your brake was tampered with," Juan explained with a sigh. "And the only way your break would have been tampered with is bubs staff.""The only way they would have known what time you were leaving was by a staff as well," Hernandez said. "Why would they do that? I haven't offended anyone.'"Obviously to get to me... And distract me from something else.""And you didn't think to tell me?" She asked angrily. "You were in the fucken hospital Belle," Juan sighed. "And what were you going to do about that.""It doesn't matter, you should Have still told me.""We shouldn't be arguing," Hernandez cut in. "Rather we should be looking for s way forward.""Well then fire all the staff," Bel